Monday, April 22, 2013

Monday Blahs

I spent the day writing on Killing Superwoman, my personal blog.  I am happy it's finished and I think I like what I had to say, but I must admit...I have the Monday Blahs.  I didn't get as much as I wanted done on my shop and it made me a little discouraged.  But, I love what I do, and since I have committed  Pelham Road Vintage as being my J.O.B., I have been working very hard. I am sure it will pay off.

One thing that always makes me feel better is Vintage!!

Here is a sneak peek at my latest Pelham Road Vintage find as well as one of my favorite items from Etsy.
The Best Combat Boots I have ever seen from the vintagevoice


40s 50s Romper/Playsuit from Pelham Road Vintage
I love the inverted pleat with the hot pink interior.

This is the back Hot Pink and Black Corset Tie



Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Dress to Express Part II - Expression or Obsession and Why People get Confused

Hello Kitty Stilettos by TattooedMary on Etsy 
Once in a blue moon (and it has been a while) I will watch those makeover shows were a host or team of hosts takes over the wardrobe of one poorly dressed person.  Many times, the person is stuck in the past and still wears their college acid washed jeans even though they are pushing the big Five OH. Other times its a stay at home mom who just can't seem to muster up her mojo and now has a wardrobe consisting of tee shirts and sweatpants pilfered from her husband or boyfriend's closet.  These folks are easy.  All you have to do is remind them how beautiful and amazing they still are regardless of how many pounds gained or how many children birthed.  These change-ups (I don't like the term makeover that much) are easy because once the transformation occurs they realize that feeling good about how they look can bring, fun, self confidence and joy into their lives.

Then there are the extremists that, when I see them, my brain wrinkles.  You know the ones, the grown women who wear only Orange or don't step out of the house to go anywhere without dressing in the Hello Kitty logo from head to toe. Including underwear. If you ask them why they will say something like, "I love Orange and this is the way I express myself." or "Hello Kitty is my style."  I couldn't disagree more.  I think they couldn't be farther away from the truth and self expression.

I know, I know - sounds snobbish and so unlike my usual "free to be" philosophy, but here's my take.  There is no way you can authentically express YOUR self, if your expression has to be the same day in and day out.      without any regard for anything else.   That is obsession, not expression. And take it from me and my therapist - the two are not friends.

Expression: I am going to wear my white mini dress with the my pink Hello Kitty Stilettos today. Maybe I will poof my hair and thrown on my red headband.

Obsession: I am going to wear my white shirt with the Hello Kitty print. I am going to wear my Hello Kitty Logo pants with the matching Hello Kitty Socks.  I am going to wear my black patent leather shoes that say, "Hello Kitty" in Silver Glitter.  To top it all off I am going to put on my Hello Kitty hat, Hello Kitty glitter Tattoo art on my cheek and carry my Hello Kitty Umbrella.

Hello Kitty is not the issue.  Hello Kitty can absolutely inspire a specific aesthetic or fashion sense.  There is are entire communities devoted to Hello Kitty where people from all walks of life share ideas and support each other's self-expression.  I think that is cool and fun.  But if everyday is Halloween, no one one wants you on their team at work or you are no longer invited to dinner parties, then Houston, we have a problem.

If  you  MUST wear the same thing day in and day out regardless of circumstances or environment that is obsessive not expressive.  Self expression is fluid and adaptable, bending or changing in response to inspiration and or circumstances. We are complex beings that are in no ways the same day in and day out.  Every day life brings different experiences and inspiration that we respond to on some level.  Self expression is not rigid and immovable, but obsession is.

I knew a women who's career goal  was to score a well paying corporate administrative job.  
However, in the summer she would  wear her madras shorts and flat sandals to interviews. She was consistently surprised that she never got a call back. She balked at my suggestion to wear a suit or nice dress to at least get in the door.  "Why should I wear something I don't like just to impress someone?! They should see me for me!"  Here's the thing. Well two things.  1) They did see her for her. They saw a woman so inflexible she wouldn't change into a skirt for a job interview.  2) It is illogical to believe that in the whole entire universe you can't find one interview worthy get-up you like as much as madras shorts.  We become obsessive when we are so rigid in our "style" that it hurts us.

Self expression propels us forward while obsession diminishes our quality of life.  If your life is being stifled in one way or another because of your "style", than it's time to reevaluate.

Why? Because our clothes don't just hop on our bodies the way fleas hop on a dog.  Dogs don't choose fleas.  But people choose clothes. And like it or not our choices speak.  We use our 5 senses to interpret and assess the world around us, so until we all sharpen our telepathy skills, what you choose to show communicates something about who you are.  So if you wear only Hello Kitty every day of your life, than you will not be taken seriously.  After all, if you only show us Hello Kitty than doesn't that mean Hello Kitty is all you are about?  Of course not, but if people consistently assess you incorrectly, you are either in the wrong environment or your self expression does not adequately tell your true story.

No one should adapt to bigotry or prejudice or be judged on the basis of outdated norms.  Women don't have to wear skirt suits and high heels anymore. However, you could be the best dressed person in the building, but if you are too black, or too plump, or too working class -you will not get the job as long as a bigot is in charge.

Clothing can be one of the most intimate vehicles of self expression. It is a wonderful thing to look and feel great on your own terms. We just need to take care that we don't confuse obsession with self expression.  My Hello Kitty example may be extreme and dramatic, but we obsess in different ways.  There are people who will take their families to financial ruin in order wear the so-called latest and greatest.  There are those that equate style and beauty with bubble headed-ness and vanity so they purposefully hide their beauty to show who they are not.  There are also those women who are afraid to let anyone see them without make-up or in mom jeans or sweats.  They will put everything on hold to present a perfect image. Obsessions come in multitude of ways but no matter how it shows up, it always ends up stealing the fun.

But when we Dress to Express - even a trip to our closet can be a mini adventure!

Dress to Express Part III: So What You've Passed Your Prime - Another One is Coming Down the Pike!


Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Dress to Impress? How about Dress to Express?

Although I don't remember where, I recently heard someone advise "Dress to Impress."  I involuntarily cringed. Being in my mid 40s the last thing I feel like doing is getting dressed according to an imaginary applause meter.  Yes, yes - Dress for success and all that sort of thing.  I am 100% for appropriateness and being, well, fluid in your expression.  So you straight-laced types can  calm down. I am certainly not advocating exhibiting your inner cat-girl during a sales presentation.

I love clothes and all the extras.  Shoes. Jewelry. Gloves. Hats.  I love it all!  Clothes move and inspire me. Particularly vintage.  Dramatic I know, but one of the things I like to do most is to dress according to how I see myself at any given time.    On the days I have to go somewhere other than the kitchen or my kid's elementary school,  I may be struck by an image or emotion that I express through my clothing.  Don't get me wrong, I don't wake up saying, "Hmm, I want to be Eartha Kitt today." and throw on a latex catsuit.  When I feel sexy, creative, or fun - I try to dress to express.

Before I became a Vintage re-seller, I worked for a huge financial services firm on K street in Washington, D.C. Every year they hosted a huge exceptionally fancy holiday party that sparked the old, "what to wear" conversations.


"Whatever you do, wear black." Our payroll clerk pointed out towards the end of one conversation.
"Why?" I asked.  I really didn't care, black was still my color of choice for about everything.
"Because everybody wears black." One of the secretaries chimed in. I was perplexed and it showed.
"Well, "Payroll lowered her voice in a way that said, "I am about to tell you some damn good gossip".  The three of us that were standing leaned in crowding into her cubicle.  Remember what happened to Janet?" she asked peering over her glasses at the two veteran secretaries huddling next to me.  They nodded sadly.
"What?!" I demanded in a whisper.  We huddled in closer.
"Well," Payroll lowered her voice even more," She wore a full length sparkly blue and silver gown."
Pause.
"And?" I asked anticipating the tragic.
"I felt so bad for her."  The curly head woman to my left said.
"Why? What?" I asked again.
Payroll sighed heavily.  "Well...everyone was looking at her. Like I said, everybody wears black."
There were more sad nods and even a woeful,"Stuck out like a sore thumb." before I got the hint that the convo was over.

The takeaway? It's a bad thing to be different, so don't wear what brings you joy, wear what makes you invisible.

On paryt night I showed up in my bright fuchsia pantsuit. It had a matrix style tailored jacket that fell right to the ankle of my crisp perfect pants. My square toed zebra print heels peeked out just so. 

I just didn't feel like being invisible that night.

Part II: Express or Obsess? Why People get Confused.

Monday, March 25, 2013

Stealing from Myself!

CJ's New Deep Pink Pony Hair Jacket


Ok I admit it...I steal.  It doesn't happen often, in fact as I stated in a recent post, I give and sell more than I keep.

However, there are times when I am like the pot selling pothead - I dip into my own product.

Over the weekend, my husband and I were in this great vintage shop that was having a magnificent sale - and he pulled a red western style jacket from the rack.  "This is cool." he stated casually.  At the time I was drooling over a gold lame' capelet trimmed in black marabou when I glanced at the jacket.

 It's ...OK, I thought silently.

"Huh...It's pink." he noticed. I turned my attention away from the mini poncho and took another look at the jacket.

It was pink.  A deep HOT pink.
And it had long 70s cuffs with snaps.
And it was trimmed in shiny almost patent black leather.
And it wasn't fabric...
I reached out to touch this suddenly more than OK jacket.
It was PONY HAIR!!
I looked at the price tag and nodded. "Oh Yeah - we're gettin' this!"

I grabbed up a couple more items and before we hit the register,  I stopped in front of a gigantic gilt framed mirror and decided to try on the jacket.   My mind immediately started its mental cataloging... as I eyeballed the jacket in the mirror.  Rockabilly? No. Not old enough, but has that vibe. Definitely 70s western style - like the fringe jacket without the fringe.  Hippie.  Boho.  Mine.

Mine.  In one fell swoop of vanity and self admiration, my business mission went out the window.  I had stopped admiring the jacket and started admiring myself wearing the jacket.  And.  I.  Looked. Good!   I just took a taste of the drug I was selling.

Shoplifted Cape from Pelham Road Vintage
I don't care.  I have done it before and I will do it again!  Last year I went to a friends wedding reception, it was early fall and I didn't have a evening coat that complimented my cocktail dress and patent leather boots.  So I borrowed a belted cape from Pelham Road Vintage.  By time we reached the reception, I had used my IPhone to remove the cape from my shop inventory.

Why sell vintage if you can't steal from yourself every once in a while?








Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Vintage is the New Black

"Vintage is the new Black!", as proclaimed by LA Frock Stars, the Smithsonian's latest reality show.
Vintage has always been my "black", but I am glad to see Vintage in mainstream (kind of) TV.
Vintage Christian Dior - Iconic New Look '55
I watched the first episode and I have to admit, there were a few moments when I felt soooo - jealous.  Being a vintage shop owner, I can only hope to achieve a percentage of Doris Raymond's success with her shop The Way we Wore.

Not that I want to be on a TV show, or need celebrities and top stylists seeking me out. The success I desire is being able to score at least one or two of those rare incredible vintage gems that fills Raymond's shop.  In fact I got a little anxious watching La Frock - especially when Dita Von Teese strolled into the shop wearing that absolutely mind blowing New Look Dior with matching coat!  My favorite design and fashion era of all times!

Vintage 1950s 'New Look' Dress by Pelham Road Vintage
Christian Dior created what was quickly penned as the New Look in the late 40s. His design aesthetic was in response to the masculine inspired military look made popular during the WWII years.  Dior almost single handily put beautiful back into fashion.  To this day stars like Dita Von Teese seek out his vintage couture.  The New Look of the late 40s early 50s being the most rare.

For this vintage addict, a 50s Couture Dior is the Holy Grail of Vintage.

There's a motto my husband and I use - it's from the movie The Edge.   The main character Charles played by Anthony Hopkins states, "What one man can do - another can do."  Although Doris Raymond has been doing her thing for almost 30 years - if she can do it - so can I.

Vintage Dior - here I come.


Watch Dita Vin Teese on LA Frock Stars Here:








Friday, March 15, 2013

The One that Got Away... What I Should Have Kept

From Pelham Road Vintage
A couple of days ago I was listing some items in my shop, and there was a bracelet that I had in my draft file for a long time.  Every time I went to list it, I was hesitant.  Now I didn't wear this beautiful black enamel bracelet...(well once).  I just liked looking at it.  It was deep glossy black and had horseshoes and shamrocks on it.   Since my re-launch, I have been very serious at amping up my shop, so I decided to list this bracelet.

I took new beautiful photographs, measured its dimensions and I wrote a cute listing for it.  While typing my posting, I mentioned to my hubs that I felt sad at putting it in my shop.   Just as I pressed 'publish', he asked "Why don't you keep it?"  I slipped the bracelet on and sighed.
"I think I will!" I replied. I turned back to the computer screen and was shocked.

SOLD.  In less than two minutes.  I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, at least it was going to a good home!  It got me to thinking about items I let slip away!

Like my velvet trench coat.  Almost identical to the one found on Etsy from Snootieseconds.


Black Velvet Trench from Snootieseconds


Who knew I would actually be able to fit into it again after 3 kids!   I'm sure the lovely ladies who now own these treasures will hold them dear.  Plus - there is enough vintage to go around.

Thursday, March 7, 2013

Still Hooked!

Ah Men Jumpsuit for Men.

I admit it... I am still hooked on the 70s.  

Why?

Because I am ... gulp...middle aged.  And middle aged people look back to when they were young.

When I was in high school  the 70s were too close to be interesting and too far away to be relevant.  Anything 70s was simply out of style.  It was the 80s where Michael Jackson and John Hughes were the Princes of pop culture.  Who wants anything to do with what was hot when you were 10?  A middle aged person, that's who.  Being middle age used to mean that you are no longer living the good life of youth and you have planted one foot solidly in the grave.  Thank God that isn't true anymore!


Being middle age means just that, being in the middle of life where you can say both, "I remember when ..." and " I can't wait until ..."  in the same sentence.  Being middle age means you reminisce about the past and strategize about the future.  It means you are as far from the beginning as you are to the end. You get the point.

I know many of you are like me, with children and you find yourself saying, "When I was your age..."and before you know it you are right smack dab in the middle of your memory.   Like the time your wrap skirt fell off in the train station and you didn't know it...